The Slag Gong wants to Kill me

Seven days ago, an ordinary night. This day is the full moon, and the white tragic moonlight fell on the concrete floor, reflecting a similarly tragic road.

This villa area is located in the suburbs, far from the center of the city. It is difficult to see the bustling scenery of the lights, and the lights are not seen.

This is a good place to cheat, and a good place to kill, right?

I came here with my husband. I read the chat record of my husband and Zhuma, and they plan to spend a "wonderful" evening here tonight. As they thought, I put an excessive amount of potion in my husband's dish today, and then I looked for He took his medicine bottle on the pretext of it, and it seemed that he was in a hurry to meet Zhuma. He didn't doubt me.

When he drove away, I followed the car. He seemed to find the car I was driving halfway. He deliberately detoured and tried to get rid of me. But that didn't help, because I already knew where he was going.

In fact, I have been to this villa area many times. This is where my husband and I spend our honeymoon. I remember coming here when I had just shown him the evidence. situation.

But it turned out to be a secret spot for them.

I parked the car on the side of the road and watched it by moonlight. My husband parked the car and he walked into the villa with his hands in his pockets. The lights on the ground floor of the villa turned on. Immediately after, another sports car painted big red stopped at the door of the villa, and the bamboo horse got out of the car. As I estimated by statistics, this time he carried a bag of fruit in his hand.

I estimate that my chance of success this time is about 81.1%.

I saw their figures staying on the first floor for a while, it seemed to be discussing something, and then my husband seemed to be sexually up. They turned off the lights on the first floor and went to the second floor.

After the light on the second floor turned on for a while, I jumped out of the car holding something and pulled out the key I assigned to open the door. The room was dark, so I flashed a flashlight, and I deliberately took a photo of the table, and found that my husband had eaten those fruits.

I've probably succeeded. I think.

Then I turned off the flashlight and walked to the second floor. I try to make as few sounds as possible, but it doesn't seem to matter because the sound of body collision during their **** / love completely overwhelms the sound of my walking.

I found the room where they had **** / love and looked at them quietly at the door.